Collection of Poems (Year 1)

Predictable Future

All over again
Waging invisible wars inside my muddled spider web
Trembling of the unprecedentedness that lies on the next page
Will the next chapter wither away with a single drop of ink?
Or will it race forward in a nick of time as if the past was rewritten over and over again?
As if it were a cliche fantasy where only a happy ending lies.
Does anyone ever know the answer to such simple questions?
Or do we just let ourselves submerge in the tide chasing us
And drag on with the current keeping us afloat, never knowing how the story could end?
Sealing the blinds and doors that act as a wall between my shattered reality
And the rest of the world around me
I breathe, hold my eyes shut, absorbing the solemn atmosphere around me
Feeling its arms embrace around my unsteady figure
Falling into my gravity without restraint
The dagger of my mind pierces through my blank conscience.
Reminding me I cannot keep outrunning my fate
I could travel the seas and ride the stars to wherever my heart desires
But at the end of the day
If all dilemmas were patched by a drop of water and a bandaid
All of it would be meaningless.
Listen to my mind and body, not my heart
For if I continue down this road
I'll never surge above the tides and sink below the trenches and disintegrate with the earth around me.